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My visit at the Boston Museum of Fine Arts was well worth the 25-dollar entry fee. My friend Chantal and I took a one-hour guided tour under theme of art from America. Our guide, a lovely gentleman, took our small group of four kiddos – we could have been our guide’s grandkids I think – thru different decades of art and artifacts, pulling out pieces that I wouldn’t have accorded so much time to. The “aw, am I glad I came ” moment was in font of Frieda Kahlo’s two servants. Everything in that lapse of time just seemed perfect – relaxing and cultivating all at once.

Fall is here. Time to embrace the new season. As I’m writing this, I am burning a chocolate scented candle. Morning felt crisp today as I ventured out to do some zumba out at the park. The season to start pulling out scarves. Remembering how to roll them up fashionably, again.

I had art exhibition. It was a lot of fun seeing people look at my art. Right now I’m looking for new influences. Dresses are a bit passé, I’d like to do more city skylines. I started with my Brooklyn Bridge – in red. Chic and shock, what else would I do?

The Little Champlain quarter is where all the art action happens in Quebec City. Last Saturday they hosted a Gallery Night. Lots of art galleries had their doors open, serving cocktail bites and glasses of wine. Several artists had come to the event, doing their art “live”. Here’s the collection of my yummy bits of the magical night.

Now that all the glam people are crowding the French Riviera, we girls have to have our party, too. Here’s a look at my visit to Cannes a few years ago. The city is quite small. We strolled at the seaside where the festival venue is located. I also remember a gigantic seafood salad across the street from the center.

I had a cocktail party to go to. So LA red lips it was. Los Angeles is a place where people dare, and I dare, too. I love bling-blingy accessories. I need to be noticed by what I wear.

These pants have a double side to them. The front is faux leathered, the back matte. I like to accentuate this outfit with the statement red lip necklace. I almost lost this jewel. I went to teach a client. As I started the class, I realized that my necklace was missing. After the lesson the client and I looked for my pendant. We exited the house without a good outcome. The client was about to back up her car, when she screamed out “your necklace is on the driveway”. It had frozen into the snowy soil. I didn’t try wearing the chilled lips ASAP but boy was I glad I got my mouth back.

Here in Canadaland it’s still very much about wintery temps and shades. Spring seems far. One could try the fifty shades of gray, ha ha, but I like mine more black and white, with punchy accents. Thinking about red – this year I loved the red Oscar dresses. Here and here.

Do you realize that my earrings are lipsticks? A find I made in NYC’s Soho. My fave area to shop in the City is around Canal Street and Broadway. I work my way up from that corner. Pausing over at Starbucks – boosting brown, liquid gold not be neglected.

My sweet New Yorker friend is coming over to stay with us for a few weeks. I’m so excited. It’ll be nice to live side by side for a path of life. Benefitting from each others’ unique, soothing and inspiring company.

Take in this blast of empowering sequin magic. Right Missy? My bling loving Florida chick. Lil’ sis I call her.

I like the boot action in this outfit. I found these puppies at DSW Union Square. I had set my mind on something triangularly pointy in the heel. Gives them a modern touch, I find.

Somewhere along the road I started having panic attacks. They came out of the blue. I was terrified. I was confused. I thought I’d die. More and more things started making me anxious. About two years ago I decided to claim back my life. Past December was another huge step in getting closer to a life free of ungrounded fear. I was out and about, doing lots of things I hadn’t done before. I learned how the wave of fear travels thru me. And how I am to let it pass. Not paying attention to it. yet accepting that this is my challenge. We all have one.

Fashion has played a big role in my staying connected to what I love, regardless of other stuff going on in my life. Fashion allows me to find myself groovy. As I choose my daily frocks and accessories, I also reaffirm my personality. I communicate to the world who I am. This feels good. I feel like I come closer to the person I wish to be. If I lack in courage, my trendy clothes can help me in feeling stronger.

My fashions are mostly far from expensive. Even with a small budget I succeed in finding unique things. Clothes that have that “notice the detail” to them. I also am very generous with “party” or “evening wear” pieces in my daytime life. Little sparkle always suits my style eye. I pay attention on details – pretty, well-taken care of nails, accessories that match up to the last little one or prints that marry on the color scheme.

I used to live in the fashion mecca, Paris. There latest trends were for anyone to grab. Models crowded the streets twice a year. Now back on Stateside, my fashion inspiration has had to change. Oftentimes I’m the only one on my metrobus rocking feathers and fur. But that gives me the space to “be the fashionista on the town”. Less peer inspiration, more special quality to you. Whether you stomp on the trendy grounds or are in the middle of what is considered a non-fashionland, you can make your fashion life happen. The way you go about is just a little bit different.